As a child I lived on a ranch. At least it was called a ranch. My grandparents took care of the ranch for our landlord. The land covered hundreds of acres. The many roads that interweaved were covered with thousands of plants that had to be maintained by hand. There were 104 rose bushes. I know because I counted them every week as each would be individually watered. Coyotes flourished on the ranch. They were always in search of water, so a drip system did not work. They would shred the water lines. Each week it was my chore to help my grandparents water these plants. I did not enjoy it for one second. For that reason I would have never thought I would have liked homegrown blackberries and raspberries.
My daughters favorite meal from Taco Bell is a Nacho Supreme without tomatoes. She doesn’t take after me, because I personally love tomatoes. At least all the tomatoes growing in my back yard go to me. The past few years we’ve been eating fast food more and more often. Too often really.
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